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Monster Strength: 18 and 9
The Monster (and subsequently Crispy who is in the abominations grasp) are blown violently against the concrete wall of the cell along with Monolith and possibly the others.
Blugending Dam for both the monster and Crispy: 2
(I forgot, everyone make that Strength check twice. For each fail, take one D6 bludgeoning. Monolith, for the Nat 1, you auto fail your second roll)
With a "GAH!" from feeling the fire of Toothpick's toothpick, and an "OOFF!" hitting the wall from Arc's windgust, Crispy gets a bit more mad than before, and is starting to growl like a rabid animal, straining and struggling against the grip. "Hells, kill this thing!" She yells out.
Everyone but Arc slams against the far side of the concrete room with dull thuds. All the humanoids besides Crispy scramble to their feet quickly enough (no prone penalty), but the undead abomination and subsequently Crispy are still laying on the floor, twitching slowly, almost like a bug in its dying throughs. Crispy, you’re up! I’ll give you advantage on strength throws to escape.
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Oh booyeh!
Crispy takes a deep breath and strains as hard as she can, her long lean muscles tensing up hard, almost tearing the fibers. She yells as she strains in an attempts to escape, trying not to black out:
STR with advantage: 16
Oh for HELLS sake. I think i'm out of luck points too.
The monster drops Crispy like she was yesterday’s newspaper, and both vices shoot out to grab Marek and Ty with a dying bout of adrenaline or whatever the substitute would be for unholy abominations.
Strength Roll: 424
Then with the two in it’s firm grasp, he squeezes with an final moan (and subsequently your teammates death screams) that will be in your knightmares for years to come.
Dam: 239
With the creature (and your two teammates dead), Virion makes the seals surrounding the entrance to the cell dim in light, and suddenly you all hear the ambient noises of the city, and Virion screaming for you to get out of the cell. The time machines that he has start to oninously light up with bright blue light, looking almost like giant arcane bombs.
Barely alive at this point, Crispy yells out a loud swear word, grabs Arc, and lunges out of the cell, panting and frustrated. "Hells, that was..wow.."
As the four of you retreat from the cell, the contraptions that Virion built start to seemingly overload with arcane energy, a substance like blue fire flows from the machines into the room filled with corpses. The light that's emanating is overpowering, forcing you all to shut your eyes painfully. It's all for naught, even with your eyes closed, your vision fills with white.
Something in all your minds collectively... click, like the world shifted five feet to the right. As suddenly as the entire ordeal started, it ended. You all wake up on the floor of the cell, next to an equally mystified Virion, Cherche, Temmet, and police officer. In a cell next to you is a brother and sister, both in a position similar to the one's you find yourselves in. The last ten minutes are kind of a blur to all you. You clearly remember walking into the station, but after that it gets extremely fuzzy. Were you fighting? Why would you be fighting in a police station of all places.
Next to Virion is a series of five badly charred machines, melted terribly, to the point of being partially fused with the floor. You all vaguely remember they are some type of time machine. Maybe an experiment gone wrong? Thank goodness no one was hurt.
"Well that seems to have not gone as smoothly as I would have like. Judging by the specific half helix scarring of the temporal-" And with that, the man is obsessing over the machine, spouting out extremely technical jargon that even Arc only half understands. Cherche checks over all of you, but aside from a few very minute burn marks, all of you are mostly fine, if a bit sore, except for Arc for some reason.
"Well since the four of you are okay, I'm assuming that any possible demon attacks during the mission are well within your capabilities, especially since your four is becoming six. I wanted to keep it a secret to bolster morale after a successful demon slaying, but two very capable adventurers will join us later this evening, after the other two unfortunately dropped out at the last second." Virion happily exclaims with a clap of his hand. "Although I unfortunately do not remember the ordeal, I'm sure all of you did a fantastic job, and deserve a long nights rest. After introductions, you are all free for the rest of the evening. I do expect everyone of you to be attendance for breakfast at sunrise. We will do last second preparations, before pouring over plans for raiding the party."
With a few whispered words, Cherche goes with the police officer to file an incident report, while Virion and Temmet herds the party of four into the 'One Eyed Viper', the bar and Inn that's the temporary headquarters for your little troop. It's a little past dusk at this point, the nightsky lit with an almost dizzying amount of star's, and the nightlife of town in full swing. Drunks, prostitutes, salesmen, couples, and teenagers litter the streets. Neon lights demand your attention from all sides, casino's, bar's, clubs, and other businesses vying for attention.
The Viper is filled with a slight haze of delicious smelling smoke. Very rich noblemen and some women fill tables all around the establishment, laughing and chatting, creating a low buzz of noise. There's one table that sticks out amongst the others, particularly because of one of the inhabitants. In one chair is a fairly handsome looking human male, Zofian if the skin tone and clothing ring true, although not particularly aristocratic in features. If it wernt for the clothing, he could be mistaken for a particularly good looking farmer. The real showstopper is his companion, a large half orc seated like an equal next to the man.
And this table just so happens to be the one Virion and Temmet are hearing you all towards.
What the hell just happened? Am I hurt? She feels for wounds, makes sure all the bones are in place. She looks over at Ary and Arc with a bewildered look. She looks back at the "time machine" and has more questions than answers. Could that be a way home? How did that work? So many questions.
But right now, she was ok - as were he new friends in this strange land. They walked over to the One Eyed Viper and Crispy was almost in a haze. This place was unlike anything she had yet experienced. The group was ushered to a handsome man and a half-orc, and waited to see what would happen.
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Luc is seated at a cozy table in the bustling tavern enjoying a Mead from the local area, he has always had an affinity for mead... nectar of the gods! What a whirlwind the past few days have been. One minute he is enjoying the company of his family in Zofia after having not seen them in almost 2 years, and the next minute an emissary is at the door with a writ advising of his new assignment. 2 days, 12 hours, and one VERY uncomfortable boat ride later, here he is getting to know a Half-Orc of all creatures.
Luc takes note of all of the comings and goings in the establishment. The halfling going from table to table entertaining for a few coins. The dragonborn standing stiffly at the door waiting for trouble to break out so he can crack some heads and toss some people out in the street. The overly LOUD group of dwarfs in the corner ordering their 11th round of ale. He takes particular note when the door opens and a strange group enters.
Cherche he recognises form... past encounters in Zofia; and, Virion needs no introduction to anyone who has spent more and a few days in Valise. The rest of the group is an interesting case study. A human female who has seen more action than she lets on... there is something 'foreign' about her. A female elf, who certainly looks like she knows how to entertain a crowd. A genasi who could probably rip the arm off a bugbear, and the most curious goblin Luc has ever seen... could he possible be an arcane?
Rising from the table as Arc introduces the team, Luc turns to each of them in turn. "Greetings! It is truly a pleasure to meet you all, come. sit, let us have food and drink and get to know one another." He shakes the hands of the men, and gently kisses the hands of the ladies, flashing them the brightest of grins.
Charisma Check: 20 to make a good first impression.
Monster Strength: 18 and 9
The Monster (and subsequently Crispy who is in the abominations grasp) are blown violently against the concrete wall of the cell along with Monolith and possibly the others.
Blugending Dam for both the monster and Crispy: 2
(I forgot, everyone make that Strength check twice. For each fail, take one D6 bludgeoning. Monolith, for the Nat 1, you auto fail your second roll)
Do you roll, or shall I? the damage i mean.
Roll your own saving throws and dam. I’ll do it for you if you don’t post by the end of the day
With a "GAH!" from feeling the fire of Toothpick's toothpick, and an "OOFF!" hitting the wall from Arc's windgust, Crispy gets a bit more mad than before, and is starting to growl like a rabid animal, straining and struggling against the grip. "Hells, kill this thing!" She yells out.
(sorry, didn't have signal for two days straight) "Argh be careful with that wind!"
SST 1: 18.
SST 2: 1.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Two strength saving throws, good job on your first though!
Woah! Ahhh!
Monolith grunts as he hits the wall. 11 Hard. (WHY!?!?!)
So Ary you do get blasted into the far wall with everyone else, please Roll 1D6 of Damadge please! All we need is Marek’s then we’re good
4 Damage.
Oh come on.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Haha I love how we roll shitty for hits, good for damage. =P
Everyone but Arc slams against the far side of the concrete room with dull thuds. All the humanoids besides Crispy scramble to their feet quickly enough (no prone penalty), but the undead abomination and subsequently Crispy are still laying on the floor, twitching slowly, almost like a bug in its dying throughs. Crispy, you’re up! I’ll give you advantage on strength throws to escape.
Oh booyeh!
Crispy takes a deep breath and strains as hard as she can, her long lean muscles tensing up hard, almost tearing the fibers. She yells as she strains in an attempts to escape, trying not to black out:
STR with advantage: 16
Oh for HELLS sake. I think i'm out of luck points too.
Spike Damadge to Crispy: 10
The monster drops Crispy like she was yesterday’s newspaper, and both vices shoot out to grab Marek and Ty with a dying bout of adrenaline or whatever the substitute would be for unholy abominations.
Strength Roll: 424
Then with the two in it’s firm grasp, he squeezes with an final moan (and subsequently your teammates death screams) that will be in your knightmares for years to come.
Dam: 239
With the creature (and your two teammates dead), Virion makes the seals surrounding the entrance to the cell dim in light, and suddenly you all hear the ambient noises of the city, and Virion screaming for you to get out of the cell. The time machines that he has start to oninously light up with bright blue light, looking almost like giant arcane bombs.
Groaning, Monolith stands up.
well, that went "well".
He heads out of the cell, deactivating his sword and returning it to the sheath.
Barely alive at this point, Crispy yells out a loud swear word, grabs Arc, and lunges out of the cell, panting and frustrated. "Hells, that was..wow.."
"oh by all gods, ****, now it's time to retreat" Says Ary as she starts heading for the cell's exit, she also provides help to Crispy and Arc.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
As the four of you retreat from the cell, the contraptions that Virion built start to seemingly overload with arcane energy, a substance like blue fire flows from the machines into the room filled with corpses. The light that's emanating is overpowering, forcing you all to shut your eyes painfully. It's all for naught, even with your eyes closed, your vision fills with white.
Something in all your minds collectively... click, like the world shifted five feet to the right. As suddenly as the entire ordeal started, it ended. You all wake up on the floor of the cell, next to an equally mystified Virion, Cherche, Temmet, and police officer. In a cell next to you is a brother and sister, both in a position similar to the one's you find yourselves in. The last ten minutes are kind of a blur to all you. You clearly remember walking into the station, but after that it gets extremely fuzzy. Were you fighting? Why would you be fighting in a police station of all places.
Next to Virion is a series of five badly charred machines, melted terribly, to the point of being partially fused with the floor. You all vaguely remember they are some type of time machine. Maybe an experiment gone wrong? Thank goodness no one was hurt.
"Well that seems to have not gone as smoothly as I would have like. Judging by the specific half helix scarring of the temporal-" And with that, the man is obsessing over the machine, spouting out extremely technical jargon that even Arc only half understands. Cherche checks over all of you, but aside from a few very minute burn marks, all of you are mostly fine, if a bit sore, except for Arc for some reason.
"Well since the four of you are okay, I'm assuming that any possible demon attacks during the mission are well within your capabilities, especially since your four is becoming six. I wanted to keep it a secret to bolster morale after a successful demon slaying, but two very capable adventurers will join us later this evening, after the other two unfortunately dropped out at the last second." Virion happily exclaims with a clap of his hand. "Although I unfortunately do not remember the ordeal, I'm sure all of you did a fantastic job, and deserve a long nights rest. After introductions, you are all free for the rest of the evening. I do expect everyone of you to be attendance for breakfast at sunrise. We will do last second preparations, before pouring over plans for raiding the party."
With a few whispered words, Cherche goes with the police officer to file an incident report, while Virion and Temmet herds the party of four into the 'One Eyed Viper', the bar and Inn that's the temporary headquarters for your little troop. It's a little past dusk at this point, the nightsky lit with an almost dizzying amount of star's, and the nightlife of town in full swing. Drunks, prostitutes, salesmen, couples, and teenagers litter the streets. Neon lights demand your attention from all sides, casino's, bar's, clubs, and other businesses vying for attention.
The Viper is filled with a slight haze of delicious smelling smoke. Very rich noblemen and some women fill tables all around the establishment, laughing and chatting, creating a low buzz of noise. There's one table that sticks out amongst the others, particularly because of one of the inhabitants. In one chair is a fairly handsome looking human male, Zofian if the skin tone and clothing ring true, although not particularly aristocratic in features. If it wernt for the clothing, he could be mistaken for a particularly good looking farmer. The real showstopper is his companion, a large half orc seated like an equal next to the man.
And this table just so happens to be the one Virion and Temmet are hearing you all towards.
Crispy pats herself down.
What the hell just happened? Am I hurt? She feels for wounds, makes sure all the bones are in place. She looks over at Ary and Arc with a bewildered look. She looks back at the "time machine" and has more questions than answers. Could that be a way home? How did that work? So many questions.
But right now, she was ok - as were he new friends in this strange land. They walked over to the One Eyed Viper and Crispy was almost in a haze. This place was unlike anything she had yet experienced. The group was ushered to a handsome man and a half-orc, and waited to see what would happen.
All she knew is that she needed a drink.
Luc is seated at a cozy table in the bustling tavern enjoying a Mead from the local area, he has always had an affinity for mead... nectar of the gods! What a whirlwind the past few days have been. One minute he is enjoying the company of his family in Zofia after having not seen them in almost 2 years, and the next minute an emissary is at the door with a writ advising of his new assignment. 2 days, 12 hours, and one VERY uncomfortable boat ride later, here he is getting to know a Half-Orc of all creatures.
Luc takes note of all of the comings and goings in the establishment. The halfling going from table to table entertaining for a few coins. The dragonborn standing stiffly at the door waiting for trouble to break out so he can crack some heads and toss some people out in the street. The overly LOUD group of dwarfs in the corner ordering their 11th round of ale. He takes particular note when the door opens and a strange group enters.
Cherche he recognises form... past encounters in Zofia; and, Virion needs no introduction to anyone who has spent more and a few days in Valise. The rest of the group is an interesting case study. A human female who has seen more action than she lets on... there is something 'foreign' about her. A female elf, who certainly looks like she knows how to entertain a crowd. A genasi who could probably rip the arm off a bugbear, and the most curious goblin Luc has ever seen... could he possible be an arcane?
Rising from the table as Arc introduces the team, Luc turns to each of them in turn. "Greetings! It is truly a pleasure to meet you all, come. sit, let us have food and drink and get to know one another." He shakes the hands of the men, and gently kisses the hands of the ladies, flashing them the brightest of grins.
Charisma Check: 20 to make a good first impression.
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
"God, I feel like I just went trough a tornado, I don't... Ughhh", says Ary while she walks with her group, before arriving at The Viper.
"Oh, hi! Pleasure to meet you" Says with a smile on her face, she looks as Luc kisses her hand and Crispy's. "A true gentleman".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.